The figure who approached was a kind soul in all truth, though that was kind of hard to tell due to the fact he wore a ten foot tall suit of armour on his body. He looked to be a walking armoury with a G11 Chainsaw, plasma lasso, even five wrist mounted grenade launchers and an assortment of other bells and whistles, but nothing was more prominent than the long brown duster and matching cowboy hat he wore on his armoured frame. "What's wrong ma'am, is everything okay?"